Balloons
Since
Christmas
they
have
lived
with
us,
Guileless
and
clear,
Oval
soul-animals,
Taking
up
half
the
space,
Moving
and
rubbing
on
the
silk
Invisible
air
drifts,
Giving
a
shriek
and
pop
When
attacked,
then
scooting
to
rest,
barely
trembling.
Yellow
cathead,
blue
fish————
Such
queer
moons
we
live
with
Instead
of
dead
furniture!
Straw
mats,
white
walls
And
these
traveling
Globes
of
thin
air,
red,
green,
Delighting
The
heart
like
wishes
or
free
Peacocks
blessing
Old
ground
with
a
feather
Beaten
in
starry
metals.
Your
small
Brother
is
making
His
balloon
squeak
like
a
cat.
Seeming
to
see
A
funny
pink
world
he
might
eat
on
the
other
side
of
it,
He
bites,
Then
sits
Back,
fat
jug
Contemplating
a
world
clear
as
water.
A
red
Shred
in
his
little
fist.
